Protector of All

[Kya]

The beauty comes to protect,
And she demands her respect.
The Lord and Lady are her masters
She will prevent disasters.
So come and admire her curves,
But I warn you don't try her nerves.

The bell moved slowly broad blades rising along her back as massive pads scarred the earth, knives slipping from their fleshy protections to graze the loam. The atmos finally decorated with sparkling diamonds and navy lacing drew the ess from her slumber. Long whipcord of spiraled shadings drew a straight line behind her form making her length an easy 9 feet. Golden pelt of unique shading glazed withs ivory and ebony linings glisten beneath the brighten moon.

A soft woofing the only sound scathing the silence that the surrounds the amazon as golden optics hunt the shaded land for Queen and King. The pet of royalty this ess was, meant to shelter and defend as all champions do. A uproarious growl thundered through the lands as massive jaws open the reveal ivory needles of death and coral caresser as fae beckons her cherished. No other emotions felt for any more than her emperor and empress, a solid slash and a tearing bite could kill any that dare take this vanquishers claim.

Softened tufts of straw shadings bend to the strength of the zephyr that caresses the nighted lands, one site of the bells charge a soft purr rumbles from furred chasm and caresses the atmos. "My King" slithers through the velvety flesh curtains to soar like an eagle to the triangular audits of the massive stag. The tune gurgled by the sweet purr, as this overpowering bytch lowers her massive muscled bodice to the cool loam watching the lady and lord contently, long whip chord curling and patting the ground as a bow would his dog, long coral cleanser breaking free for its prison of ivory bars to caress velvety chops and release any crimson dye from the ivory pins that cover them. The soft purring a constant vibration over the peaceful land. Long deadly knives retract from the femmes massive paws to puncture the earth in a content manor.

The beauty comes to protect,
And she demands her respect.
The Lord and Lady are her masters
She will prevent disasters.
So come and admire her curves,
But I warn you don't try her nerves.
For although this may be an ess so pretty,
She is far form your sweet little Kitty.

[Sequin]

I hear the kneed of barbs
The soft hymn you project
To serve and to protect
I hear the piercing of my loam
The birth of my first
How times seem to change
Change as the soft hymn you project

To polish a gem, to make it glow. Rid the caked on dirt, the beige grains scrubbed away. Admire its beauty, admire its glow. Others smirked and whispered as you worked, scrubbing away at the dull Grey object. All beliving it was a Meir rock, a worthless common item of poverty. But such did not compress your thoughts, minimize your knowledge. A gem it was, the day it was revealed was one to praise. The whispers not dissolving, but shifting. You now chuckle as others turn to gawk, gawk at its flow. The sheen of pride, wealth, and importance. Heads shall turn my pretty doe, the gem of such labor slung around your neck. Silky threads twisted and twined, spun into threads of ebon dipping. Roses are red, violets are blue. Don't look now, all eyes are on you. Do you realize the oath you have taken, do you really? The countess of all sanity, the Barron of the guard. A rare gem, the rare gem has traveled far. Have you realized what and who the rare stone is, my dear it is you. Glowing the shade of almond, the streaking of gold slashed against the white. The little tabby tig, but you are not little at all. Panthress no, Tigress. Light are you? Perhaps it is for the better, Aaraya, Kemor, the dubbances of who you now lead in a way. You hang by a string, a string of great affluence, yet so easy to reverse. To untie the twisted stands, let your form dangle. I wish not to do so, do not fail me now. Failure is not an option, not an option all. So here is your welcoming party, here we come.

A single collum stroked with ebonite was lifted, tendons surrounding the bone contracting and tighteing. The knee buckled, curving to an arch. Like a looming gate, the gate to your hell hole. Flint dipped in the same hue pointed, the scythe ending the peg glaring at the loose geo below. Nares of decay flared, thorns flattening against the scull, seeming to melt away in the thick threads, melting away against the sleek flesh. Boa dripped twards the diaphram, labriums curling slightly as the dial was tucked away. Like a fanct dressage horse, stallion. Firey yet collect, wild yet wise. The lifted pillar began to move foward, slicing through the dence black of the shadow. The sheen of the titanium to be sighted through the smog. Cords clinging to the thick bone and flesh of the rump snapped against the idle flank, a low weave of rumbles exiting the closed maw. The ped neared the geo, the arge lacerated, but the collection left unmarred. A deep exhail of carbon lifted into the teal survaylence camera dwelling above, occulie bearing no tale set foward. The left appendage sunk into the geo, the twin of the settled leaving its place in idle. The same movements were preformed, the left hind moving after the fores. A rythmatic martch took place, thorns slowly exiting the forge, the flingers laced in black releasing their hold upon. Tapistries of the sloping region flowed from the toned neck like the halloween punch spilling from the cup. Filled to the brim the thick substance moved down the item, kissing the diaphram and leggings set in heaving movement. The curvature of the hessian began to peirce the cloak set before him, to arrive before the one coming to serve him. Wake spread in the direction of the multitoned feline, the tabby essa. The sent of rouge licked his nares, toying with his sences. Like a whore ordered to preform at a bachlore party, delicate fingers swiping over the facet of the on eot be web. Home wrecker, yet so irrisistable. It drives me up the wall , all hell shall break loose. Felines, how they clash. Lemora, the two mates have met, one ignorent, one of seductry. The count of theese regions shall posses neither traits. Sain, wise, without foolish needs.

I see you, perched upon the loam you now roam. The crucible has cracked I see, but this pot does not bear silver, but gold. Not bronze, gold. Drizzeld upon the porcolen, stroved with ebon tracing. Toned forming, a life renued. The vibration of vocals coiled like a serpant around the auds of Kemor. Thick shakels clanked togeather, snipping at the rump and flank. Tips stroking the under barel as the lankey arms stretched around the flank. Nares flared once more, the scent of his femma drifting thorugh. Two others, a filla and brujo. The two met the damn loam, their hue unknown. But he knew who they were, he knew it all too well. His doe Aaraya tredding away to the lands of birth, greif striking the lord. His dame moving through the lands of common, this would never take place a double. Chambers of bind and welp shall be created, from the bleeding fingers of the sire himself his work shall begin. Thoughts seaced its swellings, collecting to a list of few items. Occulie of a iced colbalt glazing shifted to the one drizzeld, dipped in white wine, coated in carmel. Saftey pins once holding the rubbers were removed, plush concealing the bleached crystalines. Caverns deflated, the flare lost. My rhyms have begun to spin, spinning to the tip of the tounge. Kya, yes I know it. Gem of the lands, catchey yes? Jawls held agape, the deep rumbles of his own forming begun to drip from the raw box, the poison sifting through the waves of sound.

Kya, nymph of feline formation. You have been accsepted to the role of guardian, a mate to your pelting yet to make its revealence. Perhapse it is better in this mannor, a dame of solitude not to be sturred with the confusion of another of the same breeding. My minx shall arrive soon, her arrival belated with fair excuse. Melding two of my forcing, well perhapse not force. Laced in alabastar, she shall arrive in due time. Your duties shall be discussed, but your first few shall be spoken of between the likes of me and you only. You hold the task of finding two nannies to shadow Aaraya upon her every movement, the strain lifted form her carcass. Two dames, no brutes. A filla needs not one gaze set upon her until her release, do you understand? I belive so, do as you please. Your word is provided upon a silver platter, do not allow the sycthes you conceal to slip and shred the precious metel. In turn my dear, I shall shred you. Decipher my words well, rhyms I spill.

The clash of enamels found its end, framing settled before the minx quivering slightly. The tarp glued to the muscel, the thick muscel flexing cuasing the movement. Pools of liquid standing remained set in stone, no hint of feeling dripping through, surpasing the heavy barrier. Mind yourself feline, mind yourself well. Corrupt you shant become, I dare the change. Kitty walking the line, kitty hanging by a line. The bucher sharpning his knifes, the kitten hanging about the embers in the canvas bag. Little nymph, do not displease me, do not belive your strength shall rise to thys. Strike war? I urge you, I prod you. You may have the first swing, attempt it as you please. Your ranking is third in line, third. The lord and lady, the young ones to match. The guardians to watch their hide, to ensure the survival. I know you have realized it now, it is not thy hide you protect. The ones bared exact, to guid and set straight. Marre a hair upon their heads, I dare you. Without reason that is, do not spoil them no. Settel them upon their pedistol set high above, accompany them with thier growing and learning. Aaraya my dear, do not attempt to cradle it all. We have tasks, yes. To judge the brawel, to settel fuids. Guardians are here to held with such, down time provided. Kya, your welcoming has begun.

A side step of the pistons, dial withdrawing to the diaphram once more. Thorns tucke,d hiding away from the kaze whisping around his towering appeal. I hear your whispers travel, I hear the thump of your thoughts. Your clock is still ticking, I hear it live and well. Do not force me to shatter the face, to bend the hands. A circle was drawn, but the object was not compleated. As he rounded the huanches, he broke the trace. Plate bobbed, attention wavering. A pluck of the braces allowed his turn, looking over Kya, looking twards the entrance. Aaraya, your arrival is waited upon. The two young, do not hog. Hurry one of alabaster, hurry femma of night.

My two have dropped
The loam shiftin to their arrival
The gates below opening
Wandering pools of thy gouging chained
Chained to the tiny form
Gaze of others blocked
You may not touch them onlookers
Their revealence has not taken flight

[merf I guess its done, my muse dwindeld. I was going for 2.5k, pooey. Kya or riber posty!]

[Kya]

Guardian, Servant, and Maid
I hope these parts I can act,
Thine Masters should not be betrayed!
While the odds against my breed are stacked,
My Loyalty to then I will give,
So that I shall live.

The femme of vanilla pelt drizzled with chocolate and caramel, lay before the stag the rumble from her chasm continuing in its softened purr. Golden visionaries caress the brute's form as the feline watches his actions. Her bodice lay relaxed upon the loam, hidden blades scouring the earth. The diamond listened rounded audits accepting the tunes from her king. Once his songs ceased the ess rose to softened pads, a soft mewing escaping pine needled curtains as she returned the tune. "My king, My lord, My master... I shall do your bidding as you and thy Queen wish. No harsh calls or caresses shall fall to you or yours. My duty to serve and I shall..." The feline ess the placed powerful deadly front paws before her in an a slight bow.

Once she rose the multicolored seductress turned long whip chord snaking behind her slender, stalking form as she padded slowly then stopped. "Two nannies your mistress shall have..." She sang in an almost hiss, her golden pools carrying a predatory gleam. The amazon then slunk into the darkness her drizzled pelt fading into obsidian, as the only reminiscence of the wretch's presence the lingering scent of crimson and the soft indentations in the loam

Newly found pet,
She will carry out your wishes,
Don't you fret,
Your enemies shall join the fishes.
All she request,
Is she not be repressed.

_{OOC: See what happens when your force your muse? Icky post is what happens!}

[RiverRun]

.Access denied.

Iridescent jezebell slunk solemnly through the darkned abyss. Daggers arose and plumeted to the unworthy topography uniquely in an ordely fasion. 1,2,3,4. 1,2,3,4... Matted locks tainted silver & grey fell continuously into her vision. An exasperated sigh exited her nares. Cage heaved heavily as her forward motion persisted. Short tempered, the demoness was not up to those little games. Serpentine snaked low, avoiding the overtop branches that snaked at her demonic frame. Pendulum bounced without a care 'hind the wench. Falling carelessly atop 'er hocks as she marched on. Bulk swayed, avoiding the wood sculptures that stood in place. Ill tempered she was. Where was Kemor? Had he just planned on leaving her to care for the rotten scoundrels that scampered 'hind her?

.Access denied.

Visionaries rolled loosely. Cochlea stitched tightly to her dome. Facial characteristics revealing dull, ill figured emotions. Ivory barbs remained hidden 'hind their coverings. Labrums fluttered constantly, silently cursing herself for allowing the birth of two. For what anyway? Apex shook violently, tassles flew relentlessly through the air before laying still aside her curvature. The petite frame of the banshe erupted into the valley of Seole. The little tykes scrambled after their dam willingly. Long, gangly stilts figured so tripping wasn't a necessity as they bound along. Arabic statures of the royal dam came to a hault. Dome wipped 'round to view the rotten scoundrels trampling towards her. Mug held agap as a coarse shriek vibrated the vocalizations of the she. A wicked grin tugged at her facial expressions, ivories bore intimidatingly as her coarse tones alofted from her to the duo.

.Access denied.

Insonoty & colt, stop this nonsense. Follow behind obidiantly or you will be left behind. Enough of these games my fair children. You are to be presented to your father in an acceptable manor. You hear me little ones? You are royalty. Heir to the thrown. You must learn to act like one you hear? Now stop with these ridiculous games you play. You are very important to the ways of living in Lemorsea. We rule all. Its time you find out, if you havent already known. Ridiculous games are no more. Forgotten. Act responsible. I don't want to see Lemorsea stressing over the tricks you play my children, keep on your toes. Danger lurks in every corner. Understand this concept. A nanny is to be fetched for both of you. To shadow you every movement and keep you out of harms way. After all, you are the elements that keep Lemorsea burning bright. Or solemnly dark for others.

.Access denied.

Nasal passages flared to a darkning rouge. A corrisive scent captured her attention. The seering, flesh eating, corroding scent of her one and only. But was it? There were many fish in the sea. Was it Kemor? Or a trespassing, no good, rule breaking mortal. Foolish it would be for a mortal to step across pain inflicted boundaries of the royals. How much stupider can you get? Of course, there was no true way of life. Just the rules you set for them of course. Word has reached her that herd guardians were chosen. Interesting. Who was chosen as their herd guardian? Of course she knew already. She knows all. Sees all. Twas Kya. Loyal she seemed. But could she be proven worthy?

.Access denied.

The fragile flicka of an auburn hue bounded along gracefully. Boa arched magnificently, arabic mug touched her shoulder in an awsome pose. Streams of light shone upon the petite femora. Cochlea swiveled eagerly atop her dome as the coarse rasp of her dam was spoken to her and her brother. Curt nod given to Aaraya as her words were taken into consideration. Stub of a plume flicked gallantly 'cross her hide. Weight bounced to and fro excitedly. Who was this 'father' she constantly spoke of? Pools shifted to view the charred figure of her sibling. Mug held agap, ivories clacked eagerly in anticipation. She was not one for waiting long. Talons gripped and released the sod impatiently as she awaited the arrival of her sire. Would he ever come?

.Access denied.

Charred figure halted to a complete standstill. Unlike his sibling, her was one to wait. Quick to listnen, slow to speak. Little did he ever speak. Mind games he enjoyed to play. Mug tossed violently. Pools narrowed to a near slit as he viewed his dam closely. Eager she was to meet with this 'father' guy. All she did know. All she did see. Too bad it was. Never could he disrupt the frolicking others that bounded through the wooded shadows. Fore 'ppendai struck forth menacingly. Obsidians scarred the loam wickedly. Frigid frowns marked the path the trio marched along. With grace, fire & stealth that he carried himself. Told by no one other than his givers of life. Without them, he would be nothing. But still, stupid they are. Waste of air to breath. He would rule great things. And wipe all those who crossed his path, into oblivion. Mischivious grin tugged at his demonic facial characteristics. Tiny insizors bore menacingly. Dagger stamped in annoyance as they awaited the arrival of 'him'.

.Access denied.

Whispers of the wind carried on through the lands of Seole. Dome turned to view a rustle in the wooded inlands. But nothing stirred. Occuli blinked blankly. And so they would wait. Wait the arrival of him. Her master and companion. Kemor. Do not waste time m'dear. For time is of the essence. Spit of your wareabouts and slunk out of those shadows to us. Come to us. We await you. Out. Can your large, arabic features find its way to us. Come out large mascu of noble lineage. Of royal heir and sire to them. The filla and the colt. Insonoty and him. Hush your vile rasp, and march your way to us. Like always. Come on.

.Access denied.

[ooc: Here's your post Kemor. Except there was no modifying in it because I'm jsut lazy like that. w/e just deal with it haha. And since you're the all knwoing Moulin, you can go delete the other thread since you go so p/o at me and demoted me to Mod. Just great. ]

[Grace]

|x|this is not a dream that you’re living|x|

Cold and dark were the liquid pools his soul stared out from. Peering into the land he had followed him dam into. The trip here had not been so bad, after all, he had not a thing to compare it with. He probably wouldn’t even remember it latter, so unimportant was it. Oh, not so innocent were we now? After having tested out his new legs, the colt felt fairly confident about himself. He felt like the ruler he was. Cain did not think of himself becoming a ruler of lemorsea. He thought of it as deed already accomplished. A sentence already written in stone, plated in gold… His eyes spoke for themselves, daring someone to challenge him. Never did he speak to his dam, nor to his sibling. In fact, he was rather distasteful of his imeadiate kin, finding her to be an annoyance. I mean, why did she have to be born before him? Barely had he started out into life, yet his mind was alert and cunning, set in his own ways.

So where was ‘he’? Where was his father? And what was he like? Inwardly, a flame danced within his heart, burning steadily. When would kindling be added? When would his heart become a blazing bonfire of rage? Well, enough with the questions, for they would all be answered in time. Some sooner than others. It was just a matter of time… His miniature bod still for the moment, Cain looked towards the shapes of two others in the far distance. Instantly, he knew one was his father, the bastard who had sired him.

Slowly the scents reached his flared nasal passage ways. A snort, small considering his current size, was pushed through a rough shake of the dial given. Pungent and thick was the scent of the feline, her ways nothing but a trace of a scent to him. For a normal equine, this would have brought some natural fear into his beating heart. But Cain knew no fear. So he was not frightened in the least. Instead, he wished to find out what it was. And he wanted to know now!

His mind worked on his own devilish schemes and games. Amusing himself for a brief moment, but this soon ran out. Fiery stare turned to Insonoty, labia in a straight, thin line upon his charred mug. New muscles strained and tensed beneath his fuzzy canvas. Weight shifted from stilt to stilt, daggers planted firmly to the loam.

He had a big future ahead of him. Deep and dark as it was, one had a foreboding that he would enjoy it greatly. Though he was the second born, he acted like the only child. Selfish in a sense and bossy. Acting as if the world was his and his alone. Dial was flung into a high, bolder arch than his sister’s, orbs flickering dangerously, seeing if she would try to defy him. He spoke loudly, but without words. Unruly whipcord slapped at his flanks, flies buzzing angrily off the youngster. Auds tilted backward to his skull, snorting once more.

Bring it on… his stance seemed to scream. He did not do so vocally, as his dam had, but it made a statement all the same.

|x|this is just a world of my own|x|

OoC|| There. It sucks compared to you guys, but hey, I tried.

[.d a t i a.]

[ok, i tried to make it better now that i have a little time, didn't really work to well]

Get back to reality....

Thoughts danced through her mind Things she could not define THings passed through, she never knew what they were Visions swirled before her, but she didn't know if they were real or not She didn't even have a grip on the meaning of that word, real Some things, like mother were real You could touch them, see them, smell them BUt others, like this father that mother kept mentioning What was it? Some figure like mother? Or something like the thoughts that passed through her head

Well, it all had no effect on her She was in her own little happy world where water tricks and displays danced through her brain, light shone down upon huge lakes, other equines stood in awe, and something else of her tricks in the water Suddenly she raised her forehooves off the ground, performing a rear in her imagination and in reality If that word really has a meaning One talon brushed the back of her charred brother Feeling contact broke the imaginary dance Spooking back she retreated to beside her mother, hiding next to the large frame

Her mother's previous speech suddenly clicked in her mind Tucking her mug down she bent her poll gently, delicate auds swivling to catch the sounds around her Azure eyes sparkled intelligently as she stood beside her solemn brother Feeling a rush of power rush from him she tensed slightly, her pose staying the same as she waited to be "presented" as her mother had said

A new fragrance invaded her small naders, the scent was unlike anything she had ever smelt before It was a dark musty odor Something, forbidding and solemn But unlike her brother's simliar scent it seemed more, experienced As if more darkness hung on it's shoulders BUt strangley enough it did not frighten her Even though the young flicka had a feeling it was not a thing to be liked too much she felt a pulling to it Looking about she for the first time noticed a large black figure slinking from the area

It was unlike an equine, it's form shorter Well, the legs were really the only shorter thing It's bod was as long as her mother's But the thing's pelt was pure black, it seemed even darker than her brother's new born darkened coat The golden eyes gleamed with trickery and slyness It seemed to disapear like a breath upon the wind, however old that frase may be The large prints on the earth were the only thing left of the magnificent creature, but not the only thing left on her mind of it

Glancing sideways a bit the ivory and copper flicka caught sight of her blood and bone again He stood, tall and proud As if he stood alone in the world He had a look in his eyes, not unlike the one of the mysterious dark figure, but she couldn't be sure Indigo orbs tried to look further into her brother, but he was as unreadable as a book with blank pages

A sigh escaped her, her figure relaxing as she waited for the presetion to continue What use was studying others when there was still much to learn about herself, much to learn about the things around her, much less the beings around her Feeling satisfied with her new details she settled beside her brother, eyelids dropping as they waited for "father"

...before it's too late

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[Sequin]

All is well my pretties
A nanny
A heart
But somthing is shifting
Somthing so horrid
What is happening
This power growing
It's to small
So tiny
Ignore it
Nothing will occur

Occuli remained chained to the loyal beaste before the curvature of he, golden rays from the pelting reflecting against the charred geo. A nod formed upon the dropping serpintine, nares flaring agaist the arriving scents. Two nannies for your mistress. A single collum stroked with ebonite was lifted, tendons surrounding the bone contracting and tighteing. The knee buckled, curving to an arch. Like a looming gate, the gate to your hell hole. Flint dipped in the same hue pointed, the scythe ending the peg glaring at the loose geo below. Nares of decay flared, thorns flattening against the scull, seeming to melt away in the thick threads, melting away against the sleek flesh. Boa dripped twards the diaphram, labriums curling slightly as the dial was tucked away. Like a fancy dressage horse, stallion. Firey yet collected, wild yet wise. The lifted pillar began to move foward, slicing through the dence black of the shadow. The sheen of the titanium to be sighted through the smog. Cords clinging to the thick bone and flesh of the rump snapped against the idle flank, a low weave of rumbles exiting the closed maw. The ped neared the geo, the arge lacerated, but the collection left unmarred. A deep exhail of carbon lifted into the teal survaylence camera dwelling above, occulie bearing no tale set foward. The left appendage sunk into the geo, the twin of the settled leaving its place in idle. The same movements were preformed, the left hind moving after the fores. A rythmatic martch took place, thorns slowly exiting the forge, the flingers laced in black releasing their hold upon. Tapistries of the sloping region flowed from the toned neck like the halloween punch spilling from the cup. Filled to the brim the thick substance moved down the item, kissing the diaphram and leggings set in heaving movement. The curvature of the hessian began to peirce the cloak set before him, to arrive before the one coming to serve him. Wake spread in the direction of the arriving, opposite the tabby essa. The sent of rouge licked his nares, toying with his sences. Like a whore ordered to preform at a bachlore party, delicate fingers swiping over the facet of the on eot be web. Home wrecker, yet so irrisistable. It drives me up the wall , all hell shall break loose. He moved through the thick foliage, like the draperies of a misses bedding. The sheer material concealing the precious formation, but allowing glances to be stolen. A large alabastar form, a drifting ebon, one retreating minx. My my my, look what I have done.

His appirence was made, from the foliage that is. Wake pressing foward, in the direction of the ebon brujo. The intention of thyis intersectino was not planned, but not rejected. Firey are you? Do you belive you are the next to rise, to take over? Oh my dear, your future is planned, and you will not go without pleasure. A title has already been taken, one of fire. He moved slowly, not from fear or wearyness, but for the effect, the effect he has always given. Dial withdrew as he neared the demonic spawn, occuli of ebon swirly, the twinges of almond finding its way to the surface. Jawls held agape, the deep rumbles of his own forming begun to drip from the raw box, the poison sifting through the waves of sound. A short clump of wordings spilled, coiling around the auds of the drifting. Clain, get back over to your dam. Enamels clamped the ending of the tones, ripping them in two. Welcome, little one. Don't start crying, one nessled to the flesh of my lady. It seems the genes have twisted, the light in each peeking through, the sweet appeal to be added to Lem. Little one of two tones, don't be afraid. Kemor moved past the babe of brute deciding, a low placed rumble ignited. Aaraya, you have done well. Producing two, I see the glint in the pools, I see you provide no shame. Pacing near, the onyx and bleachen. Leggings lacerated the norm stepping, elongating the pillars as his strides grew. The wordings peeked through the onyx kissers, the black punch licking the diaphram.Aaraya, theese additions please me so. Kya, the golden feline has left to fetch nannies to fit, and I belive one has arrived. Along with our heart of Lemorsea, her sweet tunes can be heard. His vox trailed as he looked to the little minx trembleing at the alabastar side, dial lowering to her relm. Harsh tones wished to leap, leap and force her hault in such. But reality was this, demonic skipping her grasps, finding purity. Jawls separated, a softing mumble sounding. Insonoty, do not quiver little doe






[done]

[Grace]

|x|this is not a dream that you’re living|x|

Darkened voids set his ebonite visage studied closely the movements of the massive equid. The scent matched the body. And this was his father. Cain watched as if watching an opponent, searching to find a weakness. But as of yet, his young eyes were not trained and his search was in vain. His sire seemed to be an unmoving, stiff, wall of stone, set firmly into the ground. The speech that was directed towards him was not something he accepted readily. A scowl was placed crudely onto his maw, orbs narrowed. Orals clapped together in defiance, and then were closed grimly. His father was to be obeyed… For now at least.

Still, Cain had not spoken a word. Tossing his dial roughly, he strode over to the milky white femme. Thorns were set back upon his poll, only twitching forwards to catch the sounds that seemed to be of importance. Crown was lowered to peer at his sister who was on the other side of their dam. Why did he have to share with her? A nasty look was given to her, undercover of his dam’s bodice. Even now he knew how to hide what shouldn’t be seen by others. Mainly his parents.

Smirking, his raised his crania, listening to the words of his sire. What was all this about a nanny? And next, pity was showered upon his sibling. His pools danced in mock delight. Hiding his face, he bumped up against his dam, nursing hungrily from her. Baby teeth were not fully grown, but he pulled hard, eager for the sweet liquid to fill his mouth and his hunger. His tangled mess of a tassle twitched as he continued, black bod so small and dark compared to his mother’s. It was Kemor’s blood that ran deep in his veins. Well, his dam’s had to be present, but his coloring, his attitude; it all was the road to Rome. And in this case, Rome was a fiery empire he was to one day rule.

Once his appitite had been filled, Cain withdrew from beneath the ivory mass that was his dam. She would only serve his food for months. When that was through he would have to eat the emerald stalks he now trod so carelssly upon. Licking his lip, insicors flashed dully. Small they were, but after the new ones filled in they would clench the throats of many unlucky victims. Yet again, his steely gaze was cast upon his father's form.

The inquiry filled his mind. It was a sensible one, not merely out of curiosity as one would have though. In fact, two questions stood out boldly. Yet, he only asked one. what was it that made him say so little? He had not been born mute. Cain liked silence, and he liked keeping others awaiting his words to fall like a death sentance. But now was an as good time as ever to pose an light question.

"Who is Kya?"

Somehow he sensed this great cat was of some improtance to him. He asked so in a bold tone, not squaky or faltering. Yet there was a tinge of respect for his father, just a hint, a pinch of it. Cain kept a clear head, for now it was his turn to await the booming tones of his sire.

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Paper thin nares of decaying flesh widened as a bold scent filtered the atmosphere that surrounded the alabaster jezebell. Silver tipped plumage flicked roughly against the milky sides of the she. Tassles faltered clumsily along with the winds of Lemorsea. The singing tones of a human, the heart of Lemorsea itself, could be heard in the distance. So she has arrived I can see. The golden hued feline, Kya, bounded freely among the thickly bedded canopy region. In search for one more nanny it so seems. Interesting. Back to the corroding scent of a nearby drifter. Dial tilted slightly, labrums arose, revealing her crimsoned incissors. Vocals remain mute. Fore dagger arose, stiffened in mid air then struck menacingly against the downpacked topography that witheld the belle`s weight. Daggers seemingly painted in a roan hue, rocked the femora back and forth seemingly impatient as a large, towering figure exited the giants lair. So you have arrived Kemor, glad you could join us. Serpentine snaked roughly towards the duo that clung stifly to her side.

Insonoty dear, straighten up and do not quiver so much. Do not fear your sire m`dear, there is nothing to be afraid of you see.

Opticals rolled wildly as the petite mass of Cain wriggled beneath the doe. Tugging roughly against her teats to fill his growling stomach. Hind dagger arose warningly as the ess siddled sideways. A harsh, warning glare shot to the colt. Ivory barbs snapped near the pelt of Cain. To not be so bold Cain dear, for karma will turn upside down in your world and bite you on the ass one of these days. Hold your toung around elders, mainly Kemor and I. Understand. Aaraya did not speak but one word to the colt. Remaining mute, but communicating through her mind. Knowing he understood every word she tranfered to him.

A forward motion took place as the banche strode forth. Appendages stretching to a length of a brisk walk towards the large towering bod of Kemor. Streamer trailed along, flailing over the hocks of the she. Snapping ruely, witholding the eqyption staturistics that flowed throughout her lineage. For century old crimson flowed freely within her veins. Running cold, passing on the heritage of satain himself. Or close enough to him anyway. You could never tell. A harsh nicker alofted roughly from the vocalizations of the bruja. A welcome to him as he finally decided to join their trio. A smug, satisfied grin pulled tightly at her features as she proudly mentioned the babes that trailed.

And we have done good...

A curt nod given to the mascu as he neared, curvature strung low in sort of bow to the hiarchy of her king. She his queen. They owning eachother and respected their rights among rights. So it seemed for now anyway. A drop in temperature maybe, the barometer out of wack. But something was stiring in the lower lands of Lemorsea. Something she couldn`t put her finger on. But a feeling that something big was going to happen. Something very big indeed.

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ooc: sry it sucks so bad, kinda no muse xD

[.d a t i a.]

Things happen for a reason...

As the large alabastar approached the two toned doe quivered The brute loomed over her, large appendages seeming to cover sections of earth no earthly being could But as he spoke his voice calmed her, stopping the trembling as she watched him adress others as well Hearing her mother say the same thing she nodded slightly, watching her brother strut over to their dam Following she took the other side of the ivory mass Tugging at the blackened life givers she sighed Backing away from her mother as she finished she felt her esophagus widen An odd sound came out and she looked about quizically What had that been? What was the strange sound? Where had it come from? Her? If it had, then it must be ok Assuring herself she faced towards the large shadowed mass Looking upon the stag made her realize how simliar she and her brother where to him The same forms, the same features, the same air of importance, well, at least for her brother Slowing making her way across the loam towards him Perhaps this was the father thing her mother had been talking about Yes, perhaps this was what Aaraya was talking about, it sure seemed like he was the one who was their father Diminutive irons barely made a mark in the loam as she moved forward

Reaching the oversized "father" she stood before him, cocking her tiara to one side Short multicolored tassles flopped over on both sides of her nape, over the two tones of her pelt The short, stubby coppery whipcord lay steady, for once, instead of flashing back in forth as she danced around in impatience Charred paper thins flared, taking in the scent of her "sire" Crystalized globes grew a bit wider, a little bit of ashen showing

Hello

Blackened kissers parted, omitting the short phrase She snorted, realizing it had come out before she thought about whether she had wanted to remain mute for what part of her life she had lived already You see, she had chosen not to speak yet, in fear, well really, because of the feeling she thought she might feel if she said something and it wasn't right But upon hearing her brother speak must have sparked something in her, to do something Speaking happened to be it He seemed so daring, so brave So willing to do what he wanted to, no matter what anyone else thought That wasn't going to be her, she was too influenced already by others In the long run it would mean bad things for her, bad things lay ahead But for now it just meant shyness and perhaps a little bit of gullibleness Sighing she stepped back Reaching her mother she turned her dial around slowly, gazing at her parents Insonoty calmly opened her maw

I was wondering too, who is Kya?

Again, it had happened again! Things coming out before they were supposed to! Lowering her dial she trudged behind her mother, standing in embarrassment, or what felt like it The thing that eloped her was perhaps embarrassment, but maybe it wasn't With a mind so young who was to know whether she felt embarrassment or just something else no one can describe (blank out) But no matter what, it fell over her like a wet blanket, covering her It made her want to flee and hide If that little made her want to flee now, what would want to make her dissapear in the future?

....but sometimes I wonder why

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[Sequin]

You ask so many questions
Who is Kya
Who are you
What are you doing little ones
Open yours eyes
See for yourself
The nanny has arrived
It is time to greet.

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